08 5 / 2013

Today started off well enough, we slept in, but then, well…

  • We were all packed up and ready to go to Downtown Disney, when, da da da da! I realized I locked my keys in the car the night before in my exhaustion. 
  • First we called my father for advice and he suggested to ask the hotel if they could help us or recommend someone.
  • We went up front only to have us pointed to the maintenance man who said he’d come and take a look.
  • In the process Kate takes this picture, image and posted it on facebook with this caption, “Day Two in Orlando. Kayla locks her keys in the car at the hotel. Kate is not amused.”
  • One thing you should know about my car, which we lovingly named “Excalibur, the Disneymobile”, is that it is ghetto as hell. When the maintenance guy shows up outside our hotel room he realizes he shouldn’t have too much of a problem because it’s an older car.
  • So what does this guy do?
  • He looks at me and says, “Wanna know how I pop locks?” He takes the ANTENNA off his freaking TRUCK  and folds it in half and slips it in and in a matter of minutes I’m shouting, “SUCCESS!”
  • And off we went. From Downtown Disney we hopped to Epcot. 
  • This started off great with this Irish family. We were basking in the amazingness of their accents, when we realized the comments they were making about the people around us were HILARIOUS;
  • "Wait til she has to pay taxes, then she’ll have something to bawl about."
  • You have to understand though. It was just completely Irish and it was beautiful and hilarious.
  • We did Testtrack and made this hideous car that was covered in butterflies. I would upload the picture, but tumblr is being temperamental. 
  • And stalked boys; image
  • We decided for code words we would call all sexy men “Flynn” and all adorable or cute men “Pascal.”
  • But around 6 o’clock we decided we were tired and that we were going to call it an early night and get some rest before getting dinner.
  • Kate needed me to run by an ATM so she could get money and we found one in this little downtown area.
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  • She starts talking about how beautiful it is and how she wants to live there. So I respond explaining how expensive the area must be.
  • It is here we realize we are right around the corner from Stetson University.
  • And then we quickly became distracted by the cute men on bicycles. So much so I almost hit them (don’t judge me they were riding in the middle of my side of the road).
  • We kept seeing cute men every where and we quickly decided we want to now attend Stetson University’s Graduate program. 
  • Finally we made it out of the Stetson area and back onto the highway to get some Panda Express (which Kate kept calling Oriental Panda, in a manner similar to how I call “Testtrack” “Fasttrack”). We were talking loudly about the cute boys on bicycles and how we were basing our life choices on them when we realized we were at a dull roar and attracting the attention of the pedestrians. 
  • The plaza where Panda Express (“Oriental Panda”) was located was next to a Super Target. Only the “er” in “Super” was out. So it looked like this; image
  • As we were finally making our way back to the hotel, Kate starts screaming at me,” IS THAT A KRISPY KREME SIGN? THAT KRISPY KREME LIGHT IS ON!” In her words, “Day Two in Orlando UPDATE: I just spent two minutes continuously slapping and screaming at Kayla as she tried to maneuver her way across a busy intersection because the light was on at Krispy Kreme and I was excited.”
  • I haven’t really ever had Krispy Kreme doughnuts before because we don’t have one anywhere near us, so I didn’t understand what the big deal is about. And then we pulled up and got fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts and added it as another reason to why we need to go to Stetson.
  • It was only when we got back did we realize Stetson’s graduate program only supports a graduate program for my major and not hers.
  • END DAY TWO
  • Update: Kate stuck on the fucking novella station and I can barely understand them so we’re talking over what they’re saying. It’s ridiculous. (“I PEED IN YOUR NACHOS!”)
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